DELI

Decked out and dangerously deluged with dressing was my domes thought for the open drawered drum rolled dateful desk sit inside of that destined for deli of that dishing dream

Earned points of my guest-bout ranged-emerged with the previous discussed lead, selcouth with their belled blues was my swell news, I could tell that the crew, held down their belt of what I just did choose, (on the app), my cheese did melt with my ment of amuse, the afternoon lift was testing, my chapter's doom with my pick was bound to get me to unresting, my full of trust wise home, was then to be goaled with my rush of the up sized mental tone, I just couldn't be hushed with that prize for the soon to be phone, a lot was my score for the hope's wend, my plot was for my pores of unsoaped edness of depend, then leaving my stop of that store had me lope-sent, it was back to my drop of more residential coped bends, my roar of chum was cool, with amore was that lunge with the weekend's rule, no longer poor was my hums for the sky being azul, my grateful messed food hits, then had my hoards of fun alive classed pulls, the state's kilojoules did not lose my pests new risks, my grins tide with love unhatched, had pinned pride that cost pretty cash, my worth it lesson really did tour for well feeds, it had been a while since they did sell their swell culinary keys to me, It was back to the article of the Delian league, it was back to that dishing dream

Lifting with spirit was then the random articles of the encyclopedia until I was ready to wake up, my spokes had rust, I had the West's unthrough unalert wings

Inside of the gripped flings my fists of merit until dusk did fend for and lend for the buzzed fandom, I was just a man down, it was my bookmark tools, it was of my lense of hyped for the road media, I had that run-will, I was going steady and the suns bake was outside up, I woke up not feeling bad next to a firkin

\- Avalon Dakota

\- 6-1-26

\- 5:51 PM

\- DELI